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Flinthorn Orchard (coming soon) FemDom, Orc Male

She jerked a slim shoulder, a carefree move. So, they would both pretend they were unaffected by the other. He had a gorgeous cock, she decided, tapping a fingertip against her lip as she studied it. Very similar to a human’s in overall shape, with a few minor differences that only served to excite her more.

The same velvety white skin that covered his body stretched tight over the shaft from base to the head. There, it faded to red, growing darker and darker toward the tip. The head had a pronounced triangular shape, with a crown much taller and more rigid than a human’s. She could imagine the way it would feel catching on the muscles of her entrance, raking over her g-spot. 

The shaft was thick, very thick, lined with ridges of small, firm bumps that would stimulate her pussy in the most delightful ways. Surrounded by various arms of extra muscles, the base widened noticeably—far enough to stretch a woman to her limits.

Annalee couldn’t wait to feel him stretching her.

Suppressing a groan of pure female appreciation, she reminded herself there was much to do before she ever reached that point. True, she wanted him. Had wanted him from the moment she’d caught him staring at her so brazenly out in the field. But he’d been correct to assume that she’d enjoy carrying out his punishment as much as the final act.

“Impressive.” She tried her best to keep her tone neutral, to keep the admiration out of her voice. Her knuckles skimmed over his inner thigh, and she watched, mesmerized, as the cock jerked in response. How long had she fantasized about this? she wondered. To see one of the exotic males’ endowments up close? To have a chance to touch it, feel it, experience it?

Worried the orc might catch on to her fascination, she pulled herself back. The sight might be utterly erotic, but he was still a brute, a slave. One who was already way too disrespectful, and needed a reminder of his place.

“It is nice to know I’ll have plenty to work with to bring you to your knees.” Her smile returned as her hand travelled to the full, heavy balls dangling beneath his cock. Gripping them, she squeezed. Hard enough to hear him gasp, to cause little beads of sweat to form on his forehead. The pressure was painful and unexpected enough that his knees might have buckled had his wrists not been chained to the frame.

Staring up at him, Annalee held tight, squeezed even firmer as she watched his expression. His legs quivered, and cords stuck out at his neck. The muscles in his jaw clenched viscously. But his gaze stayed defiant, heated, as it clashed with hers.  

Her chuckle was throaty, full of wicked pleasure. She couldn’t deny that this was so much more fun because he didn’t give in easily. Easing the pressure, she watched, eyes sparkling, as he dragged in a deep breath of air, struggled to force his tense muscles to relax.

“Yes, yes,” she murmured, running her fingertips back over his chest, then his nipples. “I do believe I will enjoy myself immensely.” Her hand still cradled the sensitive orbs, the stroke of her thumb was soothing, caressing.

Arousing.

One carefully styled eyebrow arched when she noticed his cock was still rock hard, jumping and jerking in answer to her touch on his nipples, the heavy balls.

Equal parts impressed and annoyed that her efforts truly didn’t seem to affect him too much, she retightened the grip on his balls. This time, she dug the tips of her fingers into the yielding flesh while she squeezed him like a vise. 

Then she let out another wicked chuckle when his flanks arched toward her, backed away, arched again. It was only the slightest motion as he fought to remain still, but it was immensely satisfying to note he could not help the response. Not like his body could have moved very far, stuck between the pegs as it was.

She heard his groan as she kept on squeezing, his body desperate to escape the painful pressure on his sack. Yet she wanted even more of a reaction, so she tightened her grip another notch. Using her thumb, she let first one, then the other of his orbs pop back and forth under her finger. And, finally, she watched his head fall back as the orc let out a half strangled roar.

As a reward, she released the pressure completely, once more caressing him gently in her palm. Purring, she let her other hand glide softly over his muscled torso as if to smooth away the tension there. He tried his best to keep his expression blank, she noted, peering up at him with interest. But she could see the remnants of pain in the tightness of his jaw and the furrows over his brow that he couldn’t quite manage to ease.

Her finger returned to his nipple, brushing over the hardened bud. Then her lips parted when his cock, which had begun to soften, immediate grew fully hard once more. “My, my.” Her voice was husky with arousal. “I’m beginning to think I’m not the only one enjoying myself.”

The orc’s hands clenched into fists. “I told you, you don’t have the guts to inflict real pain,” he grated out, hoarsely. “The only thing a little woman like you is good for is to help me sate my lust.”

Annalee just laughed, sounding a bit breathless, which only undermined her point. “From where I’m standing, it looks as if you’re helping me sate mine. Speaking of which . . .” Turning, she walked back to the wall holding the instruments of torture. Opened a drawer of the table in front it, then pulled out a thin cord of leather. “I better make sure you stay nice and hard for me before I proceed. That way I can take my pleasure—in more ways than one—and teach you proper respect.”

Returning to him, she grabbed his balls, wrapped the leather cord around the top of them, then around the base of his cock. After ensuring it fit snugly yet wasn’t too tight, she secured the ends, straightened. “That should do. But let’s make sure. I do want to teach you a lesson, but I’d hate to have you lose an appendage.” Another wicked laugh escaped her as she traced a finger over the cord. “Particularly such a magnificent one.”

His cock jerked in response, and the orc shifted his hips at the unfamiliar, restrictive sensation of the cord. Face smug, Annalee wrapped her palm around his shaft, gave it a few firm strokes, then released it. He hardened further, and she waited, watched. Then grinned at him in satisfaction.

His hips shifted once more. And it was obvious he would have moved them further, had it not been for the pegs holding him in place. She tapped a finger to the angry, red cockhead, smirked at the orc.

“It seems there are indeed a few things yet I can do to you that haven’t been done to you before. And the answer is yes, since I know you are wondering. You can get harder as long as you’re wearing that cord. But the hardness cannot go down.”

His nostrils fluttered as he breathed deeply—although whether from anger or arousal she couldn’t tell. Not like it mattered to her either way. She had his cock right where she wanted it: Hard as steel, unable to escape her touch, and throbbing.

That being done, it was time to proceed, she mused, retrieving the whip from the crook of her arm. Walking around behind him, she dragged her nails along his torso, his side, then his back. Felt him quiver. A low growl emanated from his throat, caused her to chuckle. She knew he hated his body’s involuntary reaction to her light touch. It was exactly what she had aimed for.

“So, you like to stare at women.” She planted hot, open-mouthed kisses down his spine as her fingertips trailed gently, ever so softly up and down his sides. His body tensed at her teasing, seductive manner, his mind caught between wanting to shake her off and demanding more. “I bet you would like to be able to stare at these.” 

Unbuttoning her shirt, she freed her breasts, leaned forward to brush her nipples over the massive muscles of his back. All the while, she continued kissing him seductively, her free hand now sliding to his front to caress his flank.

This time, she knew it was anger that made him rattle the chains. But not so much at her ministrations, but at being restrained. She had no doubt he would ravage her should he manage to break free. To sate himself as well as to prove his dominance. The thought of experiencing the full force of his power was tempting, very tempting. But he’d likely end up killing her once he was finished. If not before.

Besides, she was having entirely too much fun to let him go unpunished, so she might as well execute her plans as she’d intended. One hand cupped his balls once more, squeezing mildly, just enough to keep him hovering right on the edge of pleasure and pain. The other trailed the handle of the whip over his flanks, feather-light, while her breasts pressed into his back.

She moved from torturing him to tormenting him—teasing him with hot kisses while she increased the pressure on his balls, then caressing the sensitive orbs while her teeth sunk into his shoulders. The whole time his cock bounced and throbbed, jerking angrily as it demanded attention. It likely wouldn’t be so eager if it knew what she had planned for it, she mused with a smile. But either way, it would have to wait.

For now, she kept her attention focused on his backside. She was more than ready to play with the whip. A flash of heat ignited in her loins at the thought of what she was about to do. Sometimes, it felt wonderful to be born into a position of power. Oh, who was she kidding? she admitted as she let out an airy laugh. It felt wonderful all the time.

Releasing the orc’s balls, she tapped the handle of the whip between his shoulder blades. “I think it is time to begin your punishment.” He showed no sign of reaction, although she couldn’t see his face. Yet she was sure nothing would show there either, since he was certain she wasn’t capable of pushing him too far.

It suited her fine. The element of surprise would make his response that much sweeter. Her tongue left a moist trail for the whip handle to follow as her mouth worked its way down his spine. His flanks quivered, and she knew his cock was twitching when she licked over the swell of his ass. 

Her teeth grazed gently over his firmly muscled butt, then the whip handle slid down to tease the crease where his ass met his legs. She moved it forward, between his legs, tapping against his balls from behind, then massaging the sensitive area between his orbs and butt. The white orc let out a small moan, clearly stating that he hardly considered her efforts punishment.

A mischievous smile played around her lips. His attitude truly needed some correction.

When her hands grabbed his cheeks, tried to pull them apart, he tensed, clenched them together. Chuckling wickedly, she gave his butt a playful smack. “Now, now. I thought you weren’t worried about anything I could do to you.”

The orc let out another derisive snort. “Just get back to your teasing, wench, that way I can get off, and we can be done.”

Enjoying him, for his arrogance despite his helplessness was so arousing, she pretended to contemplate it. “Well, I could do that. However, where would be the fun in that? Do not fear. I fully intend to force you to spill your seed. But it will be the whip that brings on your release.”

He snorted once more, although it sounded a bit weary.

Good, she mused. Perhaps he was finally taking her serious. Not like he could have prevented her from doing as she pleased in any case. His spread-eagle position didn’t allow him to put up too much of a fight. He could clench, true, but not enough to stop her fingers from exploring.

Dipping between his cheeks, she gently massaged the rim of his rosebud, let out another chuckle when she heard him growl. It seemed he wasn’t quite so happy about this type of stimulation, which suited her just fine.

He confirmed it when the tip of her finger pushed into his tightly clenched asshole. For the first time, he showed signs of putting up a bit of a struggle, shifting his hips back and forth, the muscles of his ass contracting. But the pegs held him securely in place, not allowing much movement, the chains kept his legs wide apart. A moment later, he was once more standing still, unwilling to give her any further indication that her efforts were beginning to bother him.

“I heard rumors,” she began, withdrawing her finger. “As one is wont to do, when men think there is no one around to hear them talking.” He was bracing for whatever came next, she noted as she turned, rifled through one of the chests behind her. Finding what she needed, she turned back to him. “They claim that some men like to be penetrated. And that men have the tightest holes around. I’ve always wondered if it was true.”

“What would I know about the habits of men?” he snarled. His eyes were flaring with suppressed fury as he looked at her over his shoulder. Yet his tone was cold, derogatory when he continued. “Males of my race are more than content with the nice, moist cunt of a woman. If you slid yours over my cock, you’d forget all your worries about your men and their practices. They and their small endowments would no longer be of any interest to you.”

Yes, Annalee was certain he was able to make a woman forget about wanting to bed a mere human man. Her own strong nature, so long repressed so to not intimidate even the weakest of men—for women were expected to be soft and gentle—yearned to submit to the orc’s extremely dominant nature. Almost as much as it wanted to keep testing him, to see if she couldn’t best him after all. Since this was her one, and likely only chance to ever be true to her nature, there was no way she would submit.

“Well, that answers one part.” She coated the handle of the whip with a liberate amount of oil as she spoke. “As for the other . . .” Trailing off, she pressed the tip of the handle against his tightly puckered star. “I’m determined to check for myself.”

With that, she slowly pushed forward, felt the resistance of his clenching rings. She used enough pressure to push the rings inward, to force them open the tiniest bit. But not enough to break through yet, for she so enjoyed feeling his asshole struggle. The strong muscles of his back rippled as his body tensed. The sight had moisture pooling in her loins. So proud, so strong, so defiant. And yet he didn’t stand a chance.